It was completely dark, and Bruce, who had been driving for a day, was a little sluggish, and now he just wanted to go back to that rental house and get some sleep, but it turned out that in Gotham, no good thing happened every day.

As soon as he got home and sat down on the couch, he heard a knock outside the door, and Bruce came to the door vigilantly and listened to the movement outside.

After a while, a man's voice came, "Open the door! Hurry up and open the door! I'm a landlord, open the door!"

Bruce had no intention of stepping forward to open the door, but soon, the door was opened from the outside, and it was not violently broken, but opened with a key.

Outside, there was a man with a gloomy face, who looked at Bruce and said, "Who are you?" What about the original tenant?"

"I'm Selena's boyfriend......

"I don't care what your relationship is, my house is only rented to trustworthy people, strangers get out of here!" The landlord shouted.

"But the rent is not due......

"I don't care about any rent!" The landlord raised his voice and said, "Whoever I rent to, whoever can live in, and those I don't rent, get out of here!"

Bruce saw that the landlord actually wanted to take back the house, and then rent it out and collect two rents, and in the face of such an arrogant and unreasonable person, he didn't plan to be reasonable, he directly raised the gun in his hand.

The landlord stared at him and said, "Don't think you're the only one with a gun, no one can break the rules here, and if you don't leave quickly, just wait for me."

With that, he turned and left, and Bruce stood by the door looking at him with a bad premonition.

Back in the room, Bruce, tired from a hard day, was drowsy, and he was just about to fall asleep when he heard a slight noise in the room.

He came to his senses in an instant, felt for the gun beside him, took the gun and went to the living room, and found that someone was climbing through the window, and he looked intently that it was the drunkard he had seen before.

He crept around the couch, and he scrambled out of the way when Bruce's gun barrel hit his head, muttering indistinctly, but unable to utter a complete sentence because of the effects of alcohol.

Bruce pointed a gun at him and let him run out the door with his ass running out of the door, and then Bruce put down the gun and prepared to go back to rest.

But after a while, there was another noise outside, and Bruce had to get up again, and then he realized that it was another thief.

Running the thief away again, Bruce knew that he had been targeted, perhaps by the landlord spreading the word that there was a rich stranger here, and that Bruce had been visited by the thief four times during the course of the night.

The door of the balcony is locked, but it can't prevent these thieves at all, here, after all, it's just a slum apartment, not a well-equipped batcave, without preparation in advance, Batman can only come to fight one by one, there is no good means of prevention.

Bruce had to sleep all night on the couch in the living room, and when he woke up in the morning, he found that his neck was twisted, and he was holding the gun not in his arms, but in his arms, and he knew that he had scared off at least two more thieves last night.

….

After getting up, Bruce planned to go downstairs to buy a hot dog to make do, and in the stairwell downstairs, he met the Asian woman, and the fat lady said to him in a low voice, "You better go quickly, Huff has already released the news, and he will not stop the nearby thieves from entering your room......

Under the explanation of the Asian lady, Bruce learned that the apartment was not owned by one person, but that the middle-level members of a certain gang jointly bought the building, and then each person divided it into a precinct and could decide who to rent the room here.

At the same time, they will warn the thieves around them not to come here or they will be evicted by the gang, but if they meet a difficult tenant, they will also specifically ask the thief to harass them until that person can't stand the move.

Generally speaking, the landlord will not appear, and the tenant will be kicked out before the lease expires, and the rent will be collected repeatedly, because in this case, it may offend the gangster where the tenant belongs, and it may also hurt his own reputation

No one else will choose to rent in this area where they are located.

However, before renting a house, they will also make it clear that they are not allowed to change tenants, and they are not allowed to rent out again, because if they do, it is difficult to determine whether the next person is safe, and if an explosive maniac is introduced, the whole building will be unlucky.

The landlord didn't know who Bruce was, and he didn't know if there was a dangerous soul hidden under his appearance, so in order to prevent himself, his tenants, and his own building from falling together, he claimed that he would no longer provide shelter to the tenants of this room, and specifically said that Bruce was a rich man.

As a result, over the next two days, countless thieves patronized the room, and Bruce worked all day and guarded against thieves at night.

Moreover, he was only one person, and there were countless thieves, and even if they didn't come in, just knocking on the window outside, it was enough to keep Bruce awake all night.

Moreover, Bruce found that the landlord was gradually losing patience, and the last few people who came, each with a long gun, might have suffered if Bruce hadn't reacted quickly and pointed a gun at them first.

Bruce realizes that he can't stay here anymore, so he doesn't plan to continue pestering the landlord.

This is the so-called strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, even if he can defeat one landlord, he can't defeat all the landlords here, let alone the gangster where the landlord belongs.

What's more, even if he could defeat them all, what would happen to the tenants here? Without the protection of landlords and gangsters, these people don't want to live in peace.

Bruce decided to leave, but he didn't know where to rent a room, but fortunately, he had a clue after so many days in the East End, and he found the foreman of the restaurant where he used to work, and asked him to help introduce him.

The foreman was very optimistic about Bruce, but he also shook his head about it, and said, "If you rent a house in the East End, you must have an acquaintance to introduce you, otherwise no landlord will be worried about you living in it."

"If you live in his house and kill people, bomb people, or do those illegal businesses, then he and the gang at his head may be unlucky, and if no one introduces you, you may have to go to the canning section to make do."

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"Canned food section? Where is that?" Bruce asked.

The foreman stretched out his hand and said, "Follow this, go about 3 kilometers out, and you can see a garbage dump, on the south side of the dump, on the side by the sea, you can see a lot of houses made of iron sheets, which is the canning area."

"People there will pick up construction waste that they don't need in the city, such as bricks and iron sheets, and build houses for themselves, which look like canned food from a distance, so it's called the canned food area."

The foreman sighed and said, "I advise you, don't go there, because many people can't get out when they get there."

"Can't get out? Why?" Bruce asked.

The foreman shook his head and didn't say anything more, but Bruce decided to go to the canning area to have a look, because the foreman's description reminded him of where the little girl lived before.

At the time, the little girl was living in a dilapidated shack made of tin at the end of an alley, which was already the bottom line of Bruce's imagination of the rudimentary level of architecture.

But when he came to the canning area, he realized that what he thought was still too simple.

The little girl's place had at least three walls, except that the roof and door were made of tin sheets, but in the canning section, all the rooms were made of tin sheets and construction waste.

Located in the southern part of Gotham's East Side, it is where the garbage dumps are located, and where most of the factory sewage pipes are located, and the reason why it is not used by developers in Gotham, where every inch of land is expensive, is because it is actually a shoal.

The soil here is not good, and if you want to build a foundation, you have to reclaim the sea first, and the cost is too high, so it was abandoned, but it became the home of another group of people.

When Bruce walked in, he found that most of the people hiding in the scrap heaps were elderly, disabled, and seriously ill.

Of course, there are some people like him, who come here temporarily to get together because they can't rent a house without an acquaintance.

Bruce found a tin room, there was no one living there, the people in his house also seemed to be a floating population, Bruce didn't know where the owner of this house had gone, but he knew that there was a place to live tonight.

One wall of this house is a right-angled triangular broken wall panel with steel bars inside, which looks like scrap from the demolition of apartment buildings in the city, and the other wall is a metal balcony door without glass with plastic sheeting on it.

The two walls form a triangular space, and some wooden planks and glove boxes are stacked outside as doors, which is a bit too retro to say that the house is a little too old, and a little too avant-garde to say that it is a tent.

Standing on the beach, Bruce looked far away, and he found that this was not a residential area, but a cemetery, and as far as he could see, he saw three dead people lying in a tin house.

Walking across the beach with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Bruce found that the rain boots he bought were not only pitted in price, but also thoroughly in quality, and the seams looked tight, but when he stepped on the sand, he always leaked into it, and after a while, Bruce's frozen feet were cold.

The cold began to creep up from his feet, and Bruce knew he had to get warm quickly, or he would die of hypothermia like the little girl.

There was a lot of wood here, but there was no way to start a fire, it had been left on the beach for too long, the moisture had invaded the interior, and the material that was too wet to be lit, but there was nothing dry here, including clothes.

As the night fell, the temperature got colder and colder, and squatting in the tin house, he felt like a piece of meat in a can, cold from head to toe.

Bruce thought this was the limit, until he saw a human skeleton in the crevice of the floor when he moved the floor of the house.

Now, he knows where the owner of this house has gone.

If it was the previous Batman, he would have directly lifted off the floor, and then did a cause of death analysis on the spot, but now, Bruce silently covered the floor back, and even found a piece of cloth to plug the gaps, not because of fear, but because of the cold.

When he woke up the next day, Bruce found that he had a cold.

Headaches, coughs, weakness, Bruce feels bad, and he just wants to lie down all day now.

This bat that flew down was not gentle at all, sometimes too stubborn, but to match him, Gotham never had good nights, only cold nights.

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